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Tips for Dating a Transgender Man
I have been in a relationship with my transgender fiancée for over three years. When we first got together, I scoured the internet searching for lists of what to do and what not to do. I found articles about using the correct pronouns, never referring to your parner by their dead name, and being understanding. These are all good things to keep in mind, but there are a few things I had to learn from experience.
By Maricela Ramirez4 years ago in Pride
The Unsettling Airs of Malus
Above the sea by eight kilometers, exactly (at a slope of sixty degrees), tiring at varied intervals, but more easily now as airs thinned, Ezra and Abel ended then (for the shared, growing sense that each foot added weight). Arriving, fatefully, at a scanty glade for rest, with its furthest limits bound by a forgotten rivulet, feeding a natural wading pool, emptied (the fragrances of which now permeated open airs with enticing, yet modest aromas). It babbled, daily, with ferocious intent, but less force than the now silent river. The rivulet and the river, from angles, resounded from the nearby ridges. But the rivulets’ echo had, momentarily, stayed beyond eyes’ view, obscured from hearing for ripe, heavy mists. As its clearer waters escaped the glades’ edge for a turgid river, their ears lost its ferocious depths while ascending (leaving behind no less of its noxious odors, pooling as sweat, than its turbid waters, muddied for too much forest during recent deluges). It had been a warm day, as the sun blazed, ceaselessly, with the glories (ingratiating as the ‘heir apparent’ to mid-day skies). Ezra, now admittedly lost (his confession by patient wheedling), had traced it for a few kilometers by its audible depths, which had broken by the natural, acoustic barriers of boughs layered for distance.
By James Royer4 years ago in Pride
A Woman's Journey to Self Discovery
Welcome back to my journey of figuring out who I am, my journey is still going on so this is just what I know so far; I thought I was straight but I since realized that I am not and now I want to figure out what that means as far as my life goes. When I realized that I might be bisexual I thought I was going to feel this huge revelation but I just felt the same, I could say that it was a big adjustment for me but it wasn’t, this was just one more thing about me. I wish I could be like those people who have a great clarifying moment where they are sitting in their room and it just hits them and have this breakdown because they are so scared to say it out loud. I had a dream one night, and then a few weeks later had another dream and after that, I was like huh, I guess I like both men and women and that was the end of that, I didn’t cry or feel scared about it. Sometimes we have a tendency to over-exaggerate a story because we think that people will want to hear it that way but in truth people just want you to be honest with them about your truth.
By Brittney Mckinney4 years ago in Pride
Dia De Los Muertos
“This is your culture, you shouldn't have to do this.” my friend said as we walked down 24th street, scoping the pavement for the bright orange of marigold. I nodded as we held hands on our way through a dizzying myriad of people on a closed-off street in the Mission — what is now officially recognized by San Francisco as the Latino Cultural District. We walked long past the floral vendors who sadly informed us they had sold out, we were now surrounded by the murals, businesses, and old trees that are sources of strength for me and other Latinx & Indigenous people. We ran into friends and neighbors at a park. We sat on grass and enjoyed processions, drum and danza circles, holding candles and engulfed in the sweet scent of copal.
By Sophie Garcia4 years ago in Pride
Their Own Words – A Better Man
Their Own Words – A Better Man (Part One) When I lie beneath a clear night sky, gazing up at a million stars, my mind often goes back to when I was a kid, when I was told that each one of those stars was someone who loved us and who was now watching over us.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters4 years ago in Pride
Dark to Light, Chaos of You
When the rise comes down like a fall. The life of the many is all but unique. Screw it all most would say and just focus on you. For those where it doesn’t come easy, a rollercoaster of crazy and a struggle with yourself to consume your soul with darkness. Like characters from kingdom hearts, you lie in wait for someone to dive in to save you. For someone who is spiritually known for relying on yourself events of the past, that’s set on repeat. Constantly changing and forming your way of life until you are unable to take control of the wheel. As much as you yell and shout the darkness still has held.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Pride
What is Love
There’s a beautiful pond down a couple of blocks from my house. I’ve lived in this town my whole life. My best friend Tommy and I would go to the pond every winter to skate and play hockey. I love playing hockey. I played from 2nd grade all the way to high school. I got nervous in high school and never tried out for the school team. Boy do I regret that decision.
By Shawn Ross4 years ago in Pride
A Woman's Journey to Self Discovery
Talking about the subject of sexuality is not something I’m very good at because I’m used to hiding who I am; it isn’t that I’m afraid of my family, I just don’t see it as their business who I chose to be with, and for the most part, I thought I was straight. For a long time, I assumed I was heterosexual and I would grow up and do all the things that come with that, like having kids and getting married and I was prepared for that. I had a certain view on bisexuality that as I got older began to contradict themselves; I was like most people who thought that those people were just being greedy and that they were just trying to hide who they really were. Don’t get me wrong there are lots of people who use bisexuality as a shield, it’s like they think that if they say they are bisexual then they can still have somewhat of a normal life. However, they soon realize that hiding who they are is never the answer and they drop the shield and just be themselves; whether that is straight or gay it doesn’t matter just as long as you are happy and can look yourself in the eye and be ok.
By Brittney Mckinney4 years ago in Pride
An August Memory
The air was warm and wet. Lindsay felt like she could dissolve into it, baking and melting in the sun. When she first laid down in the grass it provided some cooling comfort, but as the heat from her body bled into the earth, the ground became just as warm as the air above it. A bead of sweat formed along her hairline and plummeted down her temple, getting caught in the folds of her ear. She pressed her palm to the ear, trying to disperse the droplet and ease the instant irritation it brought her.
By Natalie McC4 years ago in Pride
I feel my calling, Let It Be
As I have watched this year go by, I have been paying more attention to issues surrounding LGBTQ youth. I am paying closer attention to the mistreatment of those you who identify as gay ( I will use this term instead of LGBTQ) throughout the article. There is no malice intended, nor insults or disrespect. I am in the same community and with me having cellulitis in my eyes and eye sockets even writing this article is difficult.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Pride
Girlflux: what it means, and who I am
I've never seen myself as a typical girl. When I was younger, I was very much a tomboy - I never cared for the stereotypically girly stuff, and I found my fun outside, either riding my bike or playing in the dirt. I didn't feel comfortable in skirts or dresses (I still don't), and no pink for me, thanks. I actively found enjoyment in my rejection of being a 'girly girl'.
By Mil Hodgson4 years ago in Pride
